Page 30 of Solomon’s Temple

My brows furrowed in confusion. “So, I have to marry you to kiss you?”

“I had a sex addiction. It took a lot of prayer and me almost dying to heal from it. You don't know how hard it is to sit here and look at your beautiful face and body and not want to give in to your every desire. But I can't.

“I promise, once you become my wife, I'm going to do you in. You're so freaking tempting and one of my biggest challenges, but I have to stay diligent on my walk. If I kiss you, I'm going to fu—fall off that path. Just be patient with me, baby. Please.”

I released the breath I was holding in and nodded lightly. “I get it, and I'm sorry. I'm not trying to tempt you, and I'll stop with the crazy talk. I don't want to be the one to derail you from your purpose.”

He kissed my cheek, then gave me a peck on the lips. “Thank you. We're going to get there real soon. I promise you, baby. Real freaking soon.”

He said it with so much promise, it kind of made me nervous to see exactly what he had in store for me.

Was I biting off more than I could chew? A year without sex or intimacy was probably hard for him, and here I was trying to seduce him to at least let me see it, even though I saw the print the first time I laid eyes on him at the fundraiser.

He got out and walked me to my door, bidding me a good night.

Dating Solomon was not only a challenge for him, but also one for me. I was horny, and I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold out.

I pulled up to Northwest Care Center with one agenda: to check me a nigga.

It wasn't just what he said to Temple.

Nah.

This was for all the women in this facility I knew probably suffered at the hands of his harassment.

She was the main reason, though. Wasn't no nigga about to talk to my wife like that and thought there wouldn't be consequences behind that.

I was the consequence.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed the same receptionist who flirted with me last time sitting at the desk. She looked up at me with those same flirty eyes that wasn't giving sexy at all.

“You're back, huh?” she asked, batting those spider legs she had on her eyes. “Temple’s not in today.”

“I know. I got an appointment with your boss. Is he in?”

“He is.”

I raised an eyebrow at her when she just sat there staring at me like she didn't know what to do next.

“I’ll find him on my own. Thanks.” I walked through the door in the lobby while she yelled after me. I didn't hear anything she said as I walked down the hall, opening doors until I finally found the one he was located in.

He and his wife paused as soon as I entered, seemingly stopping an argument.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked. I didn't wait or hesitate when I walked up to him, took my foot, and kicked him right in his family jewels as he howled in pain. Before he could fall, I grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the desk, pressing down on it.

“What the hell are you doing? Get off of him!” his wife yelled. I was trained in combat, so I saw her coming. I instantly pulled my gun and pointed it at her.

“Respectfully, back the hell up before I blow a hole in your kneecap.”

Her palms shot up in the air as she screamed, “I'm calling the police!”

“Call them. I’ll wait for them to pull up too.” Turning my attention back to Mr. Perv, I applied more pressure to his pressure points while he cried for me to let him go. “So you like sexually harassing women, huh?”

“I-I don't-know what you're talking about!”

“Oh, you don't. So you didn't ask my lady to come do a private party for you and your friends this Friday? I guess you didn't ask her to have sex with you either, did you?”

“She’s lying! I ne—ahhh!” He screamed when I swiftly tucked my gun, took his finger and broke it in two places.